Eric

Once upon a time there was a scribe. His name Eric Jumboli. He had a nice amount of money, lived in a condo, had a wife and four kids, and was thirty-two years old. He went to scribe school for twelve years, and started at the age of five.

The priests taught him. Eric had to learn seven hundred hieroglyphs. He was treated harshly at scribe school. Classes lasted from dawn to sunset.

Scribes had to write and record things. Five type of things they recorded was grains, food supply, census, calculated taxes, and court cases. To write he used a finely sharpened reed. He wrote on papayrus laid on a writing tabler. It was two cartridges on the top of the paper for red and black ink. He carried the tabler over his shoulder, with leather bags, and cases. There could not be woman scribes. Anyone from any social class could be a scribe. Two classes he worked for was priests, and the government. Eri had a good life.